Rites of Marriage - learnings of a made, a bride a wife (part 1)

Marriage, such an arquetipal thing.
As I've been preparing for my, I've been realizing how much evergy it holds. And that not only have to do with the bride and the groom but with the whole system in which we are inserted. So much that comes about when this word in put on the table. And it being a bi-national wedding makes it even more interesting and intense to be part of...

That is really when many of the difference comes about, the different ways to which cultures, families and each one of us relate to love, commitment and ceremonies.

All we want is to celebrate Love. To celebrate the fact of having found each other in one corner of the world. Having had the guts to say yes, to stay even in the times when we wanted to leave and go back to the constant search for who we are. Having had the courage to be two when it can be so much easier to just be one. Having had the honesty to understand that it is in relationship that I am me.

To celebrate the many lives that we have lived until now and that we are ought to live in the years to come. To being strong to holding eachother and encouraging to move forward towards becoming more of ourselves. Yet the transactions behind the fact, and the fragmented perception of our world makes it sound just to difficult and complicated. Something to be scared of or to take as a given institution that cannot and should not be changed.

In our marriage, I have learned that it takes a lot of courage and conversation to make the common ground where we stand clear and tangible, not to anybody outside of us, but to our own selves. From that place only we can decide and make it be - both in the formalities, as in the everyday life - a true reflection of our commitment. It is an evolving thing. And I am happy we have been taking it process by process.

The process of getting married in Holland was an eye opener to the different ways marriage can be conceived. Whereas in Brazil the first reaction from people is to celebrate, hug and congratulate you for the exciting new step, in The Netherlands my experience was that people reacted through their minds. They would ask us "Why?" "Why do you want to marry?", and then giving us rational reasons why marriage could be a choice that makes life more practical: like buying a house, having kids, sorting out visa issues. In our case, non of that applied! And we were mesmerized by the feeling and the fact that we had to explain we were marrying because we love each other and we wanted to commit, with all the things that it entails, to this choice of loving and building a life together.

I would get offended and feel hurt at every occasion (with friends and family) when this question would come up. it felt like an offense to my "right" to simply love and to feel that this is the man I want to build a life with, because often the questions felt so charged with other unspoken assumptions that have to do with fear, distrust and scarcity. All of those characteristics that are not embraced by love and its pure definition. The questions "why?" felt to me as questions about whether or not I was after his money and inheritance? Whether or not I had a secret plan to marry so I could have a Dutch/EU passport? Whether or not he had had enough time to meet me, my family and to know I/we were trustworthy and wealthy? How much did we really know about each other if we had only been together for so little time? Completely did not take into account the fact that we probably had spent more time together and gone through harder decisions than an average couple does in 3 years of relationship.

(to be continued)...

There is a silent (re)volution happening

There is a silent re-evolution happening
Just here, in front of my eyes
When we come together, in kindness, to be,
listening to music,
This temple of Life
Lyrics flowing as our conversations are glowing

We come in silence to hear,... the voice of our hearts is pulsing together
For no reason we know of
For no explanation the mind can give
Just the simple desire to gather
To join "both hands, both hands"

Music,
This temple of Life
where Love finds its ground,
a fertile place to grow.

Around a cup of coffee.
Maybe...
Or maybe just an excuse to come closer,
come closer to our communities,
To our friends,
friends we have lost somewhere - where the streets have no name

Here. At Voorstraat they gain meaning
Where friends are realizing dreams
and dreams into ideas
"To make it happen, right now, and change the world"

Een cup of thee, maybe...
verse munt thee or Earl Grey.
We all have a choice.
Which pick to take?
Which sidewalk to walk?
Albert Heijn or SoEco?
Puha Shop or H&M?
Village Coffee or Coffee Company?

We can go for chains...
Afterall we all come from a long lineage of one: The Homo Sapiens

We can go for individuals
The people behind the balcony who is one of your kind.

We can go for streams.
Between main and live,
I choose for LifeStream
Surround acoustic and
Gezellig atmosphere

In or out,
here, there and everywhere
Partying

We are all a part of it.

Main or live, the stream is the same...
One of a kind: from the lineage of Sapiens
That perfect blend which given a twist, poured over with some good hot water can awaken the world.

To take away or to stay
It's just a matter of perpective
The blend comes along, it is all in the grains.

Muffins, to sweeten the taste of that bitter bite, of a broken heart, or a missed job interview.

Some go for berries, others go for fudge.

Whatever your choice,
Be natural
Be mellow
Be sweet
Be there!

Poem written by Valentine Giraud during the concert of Ryan Adams @ The Village Coffee & Music in Utrecht, Holland on 13 October 2011

Blossoming of the Flowers

There is silent revolution happening
I can feel it clearer now
The gentle flowers are blossoming
Violets
Elder flowers
Beautiful grasses that have stayed on their feet for so long
Grasses that have been under our feet

I have found home
Home has found me
I've always knew that would be so
In the days of sadness
There was always a voice that said
to keep on walking
In the Art of Living

It is time for the artist in me
To be
No fear
No more repression

There is a silent revolution happening

It has all been part of the preparation
The elimination, the discrimination
So I could remember
To not forget
So I could remember to not let it melt
To remember
The Netherlands, the land of white light
that has been made dorment, by the black
Those black priests and priestesses who thought they knew
By bringing the pain they made me awake
I shall not ever die
The land of light, where there are blue skies, love and life

The dark days are gone
With no pretention
With no adaptation

Parakalo!
We are alchemy of it all
Alchemy of the soul
Divine and loving

We love
We laugh
We cry

We all like to kiss and hug
The sky is in fireworks
like the blossoming flowers
on the freshly melted Earth

We've reached just exactly where we needed to be
Our teachers - the real ones
have never left you
They knew exactly where you needed to be
They have been giving you space to walk your path freely
Who could try to cage a bird?!
Only the fools and ignorants
Do not let yourself fall

They will come to help you
We all want to kiss and hug
Keep sharing your stories
Go back to the initial plan
The greater story can only but evolve and move on
Keep sharing your stories
Keep weaving the stories
The plan is at work anyways

I am falling in love again

Returning from Lithuania- email originally sent to my co-hosting team

It has been a crazy, soft landing here in the dutchlands...yesterday we went and saw the band Counting Crows playing.

You know, I've been a fan o them for years and years... And this was the first time I went to their gig. The crazy thing is that they are still playing together after all this time, they have grown into their music and each other. They still play the same "classics" of when they were 20's - and used to come to Amsterdam to get stoned - but every so often they are re- arranging them. Because I am the kind of fan who is not on top of any new album - cause I simply like the one I used to listen when me and my girlfriends were getting dressed to go to parties - it was rather weird to be in their gig yesterday, I could not sing the songs they have been paying for so long. They have grown with each other, but I haven't. Their music is and will still be the one I used to listen to when I was starting to date, when my friends and I would go partying together. It turned out that their music is no longer theirs, but minet too. I share with them the ownership of it - in a way... Cause wasn't for me, along with all the others thousands of fan, they would not still be able to be on that stage performing their old classics remixed and their new inventions...Which probably attract a whole bunch of new fans nowadays.

Yesterday though, I had this double feeling of being a part of it as much as not. I was eager to sing and dance with them (like we do in a gig), but their songs have become so different, without me having followed their changes, that we could almost not say one phrase together. I could know what were the classics, but something in me wasn't as touched as it used to, simply because they have changed, as much as I...I wish only they had sang 1 or 2 like they used to. And truly believe they would have had the audience going crazy!

The whole experience is now making me think about us - 15 years from now... 10 years... 5 years... 1 year.... 1 week... 1day... Where do I want to be? It made me re-member that a vision is a setting point in space which can be happening now if I let go of controlling time...And just live the time of my life, every second, every day!

You have made me free again, your invitation has awaken in me the magic I had been longing for in this long long winter... Your ability to keep sharing and sharing the love, the fire, the crazyness, the seriousness, the subtle, the fear, the trembling, has trembled in me the last cover of thin ice...

(to continue click on each blue buttom at a time)

And now I am listening to the Old Counting Crows knowing that I am no longer that girl, but the dreams she had when she would listen to their stories. I've become it.

I am becoming my dream.... "with a little help from my friends"...

And now, just now, time has become time for some new beginning....

I am taking a "creative holiday" to Lithuania

Cause, once again, I am accidentally in love

Re-becoming

This has always been the most sacred place for me to share the depths of my ever changing process of becoming. I still remember when I started this blog at the beginning of 2009, as the year of great changes began, and my flying life of a sparrow would reach places that I could not yet preview then. Now, almost 4 years ago, I am sitting in Lithuania and actively deciding to keep on sharing and weaving the stories, the stories of others with my own story of becoming. Sitting in Lithuania, out of all places, the place that 2 weeks ago has awaken in me a forgotten part of myself: the artist. Another place that has become my home, my refuge and place of sourcing. The following blogs are about that finding, that re-membering with the parts of myself I had left dorment, and that had made dorment by the paths I have chosen to live in this past years. 'Cause after all, there is nothing like more human than choosing and by choosing learning, that all paths are paths and that they lead to one, same and single one, which is LIFE.

the epic story

So it now feels I am in entering an epic story, a story of struggle and love, frustration and appreciation, openess and closeness. Me and the educational system for integration in Holland. And for that I literally mean the course given by the government for foreigners willing to learn dutch to be able to integrate in the culture, the life, the land that they chose to live, be it for whatever reasons Life has made them choose.

And the reason why I say an epic is because it ain't a small story. It's the story of my life, the story of Holland at this time and age, the story of other men and women, of each and every one us, who are constantly sttrugling to find our place in the world. Moving from here to there, in the inside or the outside. It is the story of both the dutchies who have egone to discover the new world, trading merchandises, values and cultures on their big sailing ships, and whom for long in history have been out there, while been in here, making it all possible to survive and to stay in a land that used to be see. Traveling and staying has been always inheritent to these people, to the landscape of this land. It has shaped culture and behaviours in the binnenland and in the bouten land.

It is also and the story of those who have come brought by the ships, brought by their hearts, their future husbands or wives to be, the kids to be born, or/and the hard reality which they were victims or witnesses in their landa of origin (Kurdistan)

It's been frustrating, good, empowering, challenging and deep.


For long I have felt connected to the people who have left and the people who have come. It is difficult to say when did it begin... maybe at the beginning of times, my times on this Earth, my time on this existence. Since young the lyrics of Bob Marley "Oh pirats yes they robbed I, sold I to the merchant ships, minutes after they took from the bottomless pit. ... Bbut my hand was stronwant to hear to sing, these songs of freedom" Or the Brazilian song (that has become my favorite over the years): Foram me chamar, eu estou aqui o que eh ha. Eu vi de la eu vim de la pequeneninha, mas eu vim de la pequeneninha, alguem me avisou para pisar nesse chao devagarinho" The lyrics of bith songs have always spoke deeply to me... Somehting down the soul.

Between Walls and Windows

And so I sit here now in front of our yellow wall, overlooking the boxes packed and wrapped in front of me, thinking how interesting it is to realize that when this wall was painted we were 2 months to go to Brazil and South America. On my longing for sun and light to the dark and short days of Autumn I decided to paint it yellow so to make it lighter to withstand the cold and the lonely I somewhat felt within.

The yellow brought in light, it expanded the room and helped relaxing the mind, taking us to a place far away. A place where all is possible, where there is no limitations. No irony that it happened just before we set off to our journey in South America. It surely helped preparing the body, mind and spirit for the endevour ahead of us...

Now sitting with it on my back, feeling held and supported by this wall which has held us with a safe and sacred space to leave from and to come back to, I look over the big windows to the multiple options life again is offering us. The sun rising there... behind the buildings, on the left side of the street, illuminating the alley through which we go to Puha and Ah. Slowly slowly wakening up and bringing its rays to the silent sleepy neighborhood, that awakens from the misty night where Droemenland is. In front lies the future, still to be known, felt, lived, tasted to its entire existence. Hints of it we might already have and grab, the rest will come as it turns into present, on the moment by moment unwrapping of the gift of Life.

What to do now, but to trust and be grateful for the windows and walls that exist in our lives. Without one the other is not. Without the other the one is not. Walls and windows, my house, my home.


With love,
Valentine

A nomad whose home is Love

It has been really long I don't post anything here. Well, life has moved in al possible directions I would say. We have gone to South America for 6 months, got engaged, saw all these beautiful landscapes, got inspired and had many ideas, and are now back in The Netherlands.

Maybe for the first time in my life I have a real sense of building up! A sense of getting serious in life.
I guess it has to do with the decision to marry and to build a life together. It pushes me to make choices of where I want to live, how do I want to live and more and more what mark do I want to leave on this Earth.

After moving for almost 2 years, I now feel the need to stop and to be fixed in one place. One place from where I can go to many places and to be found by many people. Being all over the place, everywhere and nowhere at the same time, has been very important for the past years. I believe to set me free from the conditionings of staying, and returning always to Brazil. It has helped and has thrown me into the world. But now that I have reached the freedom and mobility that I wanted, being stablished in Holland, for now I no longer feel the need to move much anymore. Rather to stay and to move out due to invitations.

At times it is not easy to keep walking and trusting this somewhat crazy path of a nomad whose home is Love and a deeper call. It makes me tremble and makes me confuse. But at any new reward I am again strong to hold this vision and keep building this life, opening the path for those who will come after me.

Que Oxala acompanhe!

Our path, our paces

Finding out our paces, figuring out our path!

"I've been told there was so much more to wake up for.
I guess you make me see it!"

Farewell Holland

As I prepare myself to go to Mexico next week for the COP16. I also prepare for departing from Holland and possibly to be living in this country for the last time. It is difficult to predict or to make plans, but both me and Maarten feel we are going to be off for some while ad the the journey we are about to begin in month will take us to our future home.

It is a funny feeling t be leaving so soon though, and even if I don't feel much attached to Holland, out house and the life we live here it still feels like a farewell. So I am spending the next weeks wrapping up it all and making sure I had a chance to meet and be with the good friends I have made here in these almost 6 months. After all what we take from the places is always the people we meet and the good moments we spent.

Tenho andado desapontada com as pessoas ao meu redor, principalmente no ambiente, so called, organizacional. E me perguntado, o que acontece com as pessoas, seu brilho, sua sensibilidade, quando estao em organizacoes? Quando se juntam ao redor de um proposito que lhes eh comum e acabam messing around um com o outro??? Parece que a partir desse momento, deixam de sentir, ser capazes de expressar amor, compaixao e compreensao para se tornarem cobradores, devedores, chatos, impacientes...

Por que numa organizacao um passa a se relacionar com o outro de forma tao diferente?

Sinto me frustrada, sem forcas para querer e poder mudar isso. A clareza que me vem a cabeca eh que eu nao sou feita para estar em organizacoes. Trabalhar em parceria sim, com varias e diferentes pessoas de acordo com cada projeto, momento, impulso, mas nao mais fazer parte de um conjunto de pessoas que se move junto, que se constitui como uma organizacao. E um formato que acaba me tomando mais energia do que me dando energia, me tirando do meu centro de poder e de qualidade e profundidade do que faco e orfereco. Em voo solo me sinto livre e com legitimidade para criar ate o limite da minha imaginacao, sem precisar compromise para me encaixar e ser aceita por ninguem ou por lugar nenhum.

Essa clareza me da chao e certeza de que desde o dia em que escolhi sair da ultima organizacao onde trabalhei para me tornar "consultora independente" tenho trilhado o caminho que para mim faz sentido, e que melhor pode servir as outras pessoas. Como isso no coracao, terminarei meus assignements nesta nova organizacao onde estou e seguirei voando livre, levando verao de grupos a grupos ao redor do mundo, como faz uma boa andorinha.

Viva as andorinhas!

Earth time and Sky time

Today it's been one year that I have left for this journey, or rather, should I say that I got on the golden thread of The Journey?! A journey which has taken me from the lakes of the Danish Kingdom to the canals of the Netherlands, passing by the deserts of Syria, the Grand Bazaar of Istanbul and the golden dome of Jerusalem.

In one chronological year I have crossed thousands of years of the ancient traditions, peoples and religions. In one chronological year I have experienced in my cells the unmeasurable time of God, Love. In this one year I have been dancing in between the time of Earth and the time of Heaven.

In one chronological year so much has happened that I can't even fit into the hours and days of our conventional calendar. The pace of time has accelerated in times of joy, surrender and truth. And it has slowed down, as if almost to stop, in times of attachment, control, moaning and distrust.

In one chronological year I have flowed in the flow of Yes and have felt the infinite source that responds positively to it. At a point where there are times when it's almost impossible to separate the things which happen on the time of Earth and the things that happen on Sky time.

I wonder then, where lies the line in between each of them. Is it in our minds? Is it in our rules? Is it in the nature of things? Or is it in IT all together?

One thing I am learning...
Love travels on Sky time
Papers travel on Earth time
Intention travels on both Sky and Earth times

From butterfly to golondrina

Yesterday I was told my me dear friend Elena that I am now transmuting from a BUTTERFLY to a GOLONDRINA. That because butterflies fly in one region only and golondrinas fly all year long, hoping from Summer to Summer, from region to region around the world.

Interestingly enough, says the wiki:Golondrinas: Son aves cosmopolitas, y frecuentan una gran variedad de medios, desde las regiones semiáridas hasta los bosques, generalmente cerca del agua. Muchas especies anidan en grandes colonias.(wikipedia)

So may it be, that in this transcendent process, I am able to hop from city to city in the most diverse variety of places, finding Summer and bringing Summer, to a great number of people as possible and as do the golondrinas, gathering with other golondrinas.

Insh'allah

With Bare Feet

I had stepped on this land before
But I had not stepped on it with bare feet
I had not yet let myself to go into this earth

With bare feet I am with my soul naked
uncovered from any barrier which separates us

With bare feet I am letting the earth read me and to absorb it all
Molding and shaping itself to my soles
Connecting, concealing

The earth was cold
half frozen, half asleep
awakening from a long time within
under covered by the thick layers of snow

The snow has been melting away
as the sun is coming out slowly
to caresse our faces with its tender light a
and inspiring life.

The earth is awakening
becoming greener and present

The birds are singing in the morning
as to salute the sun and the brighter days

With bare feet
I am able to feel it all
let the earth speaks to me
sweet and almost silent whispers brought by the chill breeze

With bare feet I surrender to the mysteries of this land
and the magic it is holding for me
as I let it speak and manifest through me

And I pray for it to last
for my stay to be long and bear juicy fruits
when Spring had come and gone
and it will be Summer

With my bare feet.

Reaching the Generous Limits of the Sky

To love is also to hope
To hope for it to last
For that which is felt by one to be extended and felt by the other

To love is also to hope
that ir can be understood
that it can be respected and honored

To love is to learn to let go
of the Self and the pride

It is an invitation to be open for the world
even when the world seems to be closed to you

To love is to be proud of your feelings
and don't let anyone doubt their intensity

To love is to smile brightly and big
even when your heart is small with sadness and disappointment

To love is to never let go of the tenderness and care for your beloved
just because your ego may say it is the right thing to do

To love is to share your happiness with others
and let them to feel loved and be loving too.

To love is to be courageous to let your love go
to let it be transformed by time

To love is to say "I love you"
even when you risk not hearing it back

It is this enormous feeling that transcends the barriers of rational understanding
and reached the generous limits of the sky and beyond!

To love is to love more and more and more, at every new story you have
and to never be afraid of not having enough to give.
Because Love is infinite and it has no owner or expiring date
It is immortal and transcendental!

Living Winter when it is not Spring

I have been thinking about anticipation these days.

As I walk through the main shopping alleys of the Netherlands I notice that all shops are already selling out, on 70 percent discount or more, their Winter Collection and are starting to display the new Spring Collection. Nevertheless the weather outside their windows is still freezing, rainy and gray... And we start to live a Spring which is not yet there, and will only really come in approximately 2 months from now.

From here to the 21st of March we will be longing for a time that still is about to come, for something which is not yet reality. We will be wishing the days were already sunny, the flowers blossoming and the trees green, instead of, as Nature, preparing ourselves to leave this hibernating and introverted period, and being ready to enter a new cycle in our lives.

Anticipating what is yet to come prevents us to being present and appreciating what simply is and the beauty and fragile impermanence which resides in it. If only we would walk on the streets and parks of our cities and watched how slowly the trees and loans start to awaken and bring about a different quality of life in their systems. If only we would walk around in our own systems and slowly awaken ourselves to the different quality of life we are able to live and that is being called from us at this time, and only in this very now.

So when Spring comes we are not regretting what is no longer there. So when Spring comes we welcome it with our spirits fresh, our hearts open and ready to fully live what it IS.

Love me too

In the shop's front windows and shelves Love is displayed in red
Hearts and cupids fill in people's eyes on the streets
Love is in the air!

Soon it is Valentine's Day
Hearts get filled with hope and wish for the expected proposal or declaration from the beloved ones
Minds get preoccupied with the restless fear of loneliness
But we are all tuned into Love...

Loving ourselves, so that others can love us too
Loving others, with compassion and acceptance for what is
Loving our parents, and being grateful for their eternal support and unconditional love
Loving our children, and letting them play with the child that always live inside of us
Loving our grandparents, and honoring the paths they have walked and made it possible for us to walk differently now
Loving our partners, with our most authentic selves

Valiant Valentine
Valentine Valiant
Loving courageously and fierce
Loving tenderly and deep
Love
Love
LOVE

What can I offer to the young?

Here I am now in Jarna, Sweden as a contributor to the Youth Initiative Program (www.yip.se) that gathers young from 18 to 25 for a whole year so can learn and experience practices of social entrepreneurship. The place is beautiful and is considered to be the center for Antroposophy in Scandinavia, so is quite special...

As Jasmine (my mate for this work, whom I met in Copenhagen) and I were walking towards the venue where the training would take place on Monday morning, this beautiful deer came running and crossed our way. It was just amazing and I wonder what was the sign it was bringing for us.

As the week passes by, and we unfold the Chaordic Stepping Stones to the group and they respond to us saying they are really liking it and that it's being at perfect timing, I realize the deer was telling me about having the courage to step up and take leadership to pass on the knowledge and experience that I have. As I go sharing with these youngsters what my journey has been and what I am holding for the future, it grows bigger in me the sense of responsibility to play an active and intentional role in hosting youth in becoming their full potential as well as bridging them with the adult/ elder world.

And I am so grateful for that clarity and for the opportunity to be here now.

ALIA Europe

This afernoon I got in Elspeet where the ALIA (Authentic Leadership in Action) Program is taking place for the first time in Europe. The place is in the middle of a national park and is all covered in snow now, since it's been snowing strongly for the past weeks in the whole Europe.

On my arrival the first person I met was Margareth Wheathley, author of the book Leadership and The New Science and some other around the power of conversations and learning communities. Wow, I said to myself, I am here and having the chance to meet these great thinkers.

As the afternoon unfolded I got meet other very interesting people who are here to attend one of the 5 modules that are gonna take place for the next five days.

I will be attending the one co-hosted by Peter Merry and Dylan Newcomb called Integral Practice of Evolutionary Leadership and Change, which will explore the living and literally embodied experience of new ways of leadership. Dylan is one of the greatest dancers in the world and has been exploring the combination between dance and theories for the new world for the past years. He has developed what is called the 16 Ways (http://www.dylannewcomb.com/Dylan_Newcomb/The_16_Ways.html). Peter is a facilitator for group processes and designs on sustainability, one of the co-founders of the Centre for Human Emergence Netherlands (http://www.humanemergence.nl/en/index.php) and also one of the partners of Engage (http://www.engagency.nl/).

It's now 9pm and I am sitting in my room, quite tired of all the good conversations I had since this afternoon, as I landed in the space and in this group of around 130 people going from one room to the other, from lunch to dinner, introducing myself, telling my story and listening other peoples stories. Wow, I can feel this is going to be a quite intense week, with much to reflect on as the learning journey continues. I can't wait.

AMSTERDAM

Dia 05 de Janeiro de 2010 e eu estou sentada no sofa do Hub Amsterdam (http://www.the-hub.net/). Pela janela eu vejo a cidade sorrindo com o carinho do sol e do ceu azul, a neve branca nas ruas e as pessoas felizes caminhando na calcada ou pedalando pela rua. Aqui dentro eu observo todas essas pessoas trabalhando em seus computadores, conversando, criando, discutindo ideias e projetos de como fazer deste o mundo que queremos viver.

Aqui no meu mundo particular, mil ideias passam pela cabeca, umas mais excitantes que outras... projetos, perguntas, investigacoes, dilemas, desafios... Estar inserida nesse mundo de pratica e experimento, tentativa e erro, me inspira e desperta ainda mais minha intencao de estar "ativa no tatame da minha pratica profissional."

Na semana que estarei no ALIA Institute participando do curso: Integral Practice for Evolutionary Leadership and Change(http://www.aliainstitute.org/programs/2010europe/module05.html)com Peter Merry e Dylan Newcomb. O modulo e parte de um programa em lideranca que contara com outros 4 modulos simultaneos ao longo de 5 dias, e traz uma abordagem interessante de movimentos corporais com teorias de lideranca